the aftermath of their illicit tryst begins to unfold. The room is still, the air heavy with the scent of their passion. Sara gently kisses Kiran's neck, her breath hot against his skin. She whispers sweet nothings that sound like everything in his ear, her voice a siren's song that threatens to pull him under again. Kiran's body is still trembling, his mind racing with the realization of what has just transpired. He tries to sit up, but Sara's embrace is too tight, her legs still wrapped around his waist like a vice of velvet and steel.
"Sara..." he manages to murmur, his voice thick with lust. "What have we done?"
"Just a student with a pen and a purpose. I’ve turned my passion for storytelling into a way to support my family — every word I write is a step closer to easing their burdens. Writing smut may not be everyone’s cup of tea, but for me, it’s a lifeline. If my words have ever made you smile, blush, or feel something real — consider being part of my journey. Even the smallest support means the world. Every rupee counts. Your kindness could be the difference I’ve been praying for. Thank you for being here. Thank you for believing in me."
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